The Last Yearn of the Deadman Walking

My hands cup my face, My head hangs oh so low , How did I get here ?, Why I don't know, My mother said she loved me, My father left a day, Shackles On, I walk the mile, The chains clink on , I hear no sounds, I see no faces just a blur, I walk the longest steps of my end, When I was free ,I would run to never more, Shackles off, The final click, I lay down against my will, My body trembles with the fear, Oh, Dear mother do not sob, I am cold as I lay near death, I long to feel warmth once more, My eyes now close, As I pray , All is gone, May God have mercy on me.